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Cassian Andor, if....
.... you're not quite with it
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Ferrix was not your first choice. Nor your second, third or any other. It wasn't a choice at all. This place was never an option.
But you don't always get what you want, wish for or would like.
Your sister's death wasn't easy for you. Not until today, because she was the last member of the family you had left.
"Not today, Andor," you were the first to speak before the dark-haired man could begin, "Come back tomorrow."
"Today is tomorrow," you started to pant and paused briefly at Cassian's words, "Everything.... all right? You wanted me to...."
"I know," you replied wanly, tossing the dirty rag in your hand onto the trolley to your left, "Today isn't easy, so give me a moment."
"Shall I come back tonight?" Cassian inquired cautiously, as it was extremely rare for you to be distracted from your work, "Y/N?"
You shake your head in disapproval, because Cassian has already had to wait long enough, for several weeks.
